I cheat, therefore, I am

Oops, forgot to put in my notice for my mini-blog vacation.

Sorry no updates, I was busy decking the halls and ho-ho-hoing and roasting chestnuts over an open fire. And also, busy cheating on my bedrest.

Hee.

On Monday, we stole away and went to see "Syriana" in an actual theater with actual popcorn and actual people in the audience. It was good.

Tuessday, I had a doctor appointment where I was pretty much given free reign to cheat at will.

The doctor said my cervix might be short, but it is very closed, and she is not worried about it opening up. She also said it looked fabulous and I could go out and do stuff, but not to overdo it.

Maybe if I walked around a little more, I would not have gained ANOTHER three pounds last week. That makes for a grand total of 22 pounds for the 32 weeks. I think some of it is water weight, as my rings are now tight and at one point, I could not get them off yesterday.

Nice. Now I won't be able to wear my pretty ring and I will look like an unwed mother if I have to go ringless.

It's my own fault for being such a smartass smug preggo with my 9-pound weight gain at 24 weeks. Now I am blimping out. Although, in my defense, my jeans still fit the same and my face does not look fat. So it's all in my belly, I hope.

Along with the popcorn I ate again at another movie last night. "King Kong" on $5, free-popcorn night, during Christmas vacation, with two very pregnant women was not the best idea. We went to dinner and a movie with our friends, Alex and Madonna, and she is due next week, so she had to be even more comfortable than me. I spent half the movie closing my eyes so I would not get motion sick and the other half trying to adjust my position so the foot in my right side would GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RIB ALREADY.

I ended up contorting myself by contracting my oblique on the left side, freeing up some space on the right side. That worked for about 20 minutes until The Blob shifted himself to the middle of my stomach, rendering me unable to sit still.

Good times.

I am thinking about asking for chairs that fully recline in the theaters for pregnant women. I would pay a premium for that. Hell, for the $10 it costs to see a flick in this town, it should already be included.